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Yoga on the beach

This morning we did a photo session after yoga class. It was awesome. The other girls here are Niki, Erika (a phenomenal yoga teacher) and Sarah. Sarah’s boyfriend Marek is the photographer. He’s a professional and we are lucky to have them staying at Yoga Farm with us. Waking up at dawn, morning yoga classes, Erika is teaching some really cool warrior sequences that I will learn. We dedicated classes each day to each of the chakras last week, finishing…

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Cryo-Sauna Spring Fix

Somewhere between the cold sauna and a snowy winter, I found the way to fix the aging process. Or at least thats what my two friends from Belarus and Siberia told me it would do ;) Hot sauna and bikram is so last year, this season I will define myself by regenerating young tissue in the cold. It has become popular through out Europe and is now entering North America for the first time. Anyone looking for a sweatless, painless…

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Chasing the Grail

It occurred to me in sivasanah yesterday that I came back here to attend things that were never quite finished years ago, and now have been given all new directions. The vision I had was of a horse and rider, on a beach. He threw at me a white orb. It was my dream as well, last night. It must have been a snowball. I woke this morning to snow, falling, making everything clean and fresh, feeling good again. I…

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Velvet Praha

This month marks the 20th anniversary of the Velvet Revolution. A lot of holidays in honor of the induction of democracy to formerly occupied Communist Prague. It would be nice to say everything went perfectly after that but capitalism has its pitfalls as well. However, life here is very genuine and has the spark of magic still, after a thousand of years. Prague is a multicultural mecca between the East and the West, choosing freedom over a life of mundane bowing;…

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Seaside Lotus

Krishnamurti, teacher of many things, I am studying this, and many philosophies.  Its easy to see why so many great thinkers came from Italy, it is the natural progression of the human to wonder why we are given the beauty of this place… It is possible to disconnect from the trap of the rat race and be introspective, here between the sea and the mountains, far from everything I know- even the English language.  The distance from here is enough…

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Road Trip West

Following the beat of dharma to Denver, seeking, driving, listening to the heart… Road Trip West from kamala rose. From the east coast, moving to the Rocky mountains of Colorado, USA was an American Dream. The great Road Trip adventure of 2008 began in Vermont with a two car caravan headed to the great wild west.

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Language of Anomie

Different to have to struggle so hard for each sentence.  It is extremely good for me to have that and speaking other languages gives a sense of anonymity which I crave… Prague gives me the anonymity I once sought, but like most other affectations, I didn’t like it so much once I got there. To be anonymous is like being invisible or conditionally ignored.  To be seen as an object, a foreign concept that is both alluring and insidious at…

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Haunted house

The dirty dancing soundtrack intermixed with talking heads, bangles, and Cyndi lauper.  Wherever I am in Europe, this mix seems assured.  I love them now like I did back then. I came back from Italy broke but happy and trying to find the right combination of food here is best done with fruits and vegetables.  I know what they are and don’t have to try to guess the contents by the pictures on the package. Best time for a health kick. Found…

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A night at Duende

Sidewalk musicians play the blues on the Charles Bridge while the blazing embers of the summer sun begin to fade behind Prague Castle.  Rounded cobblestones meet the perpendicular angles of the platform mules I balance in with sharp abrasive taps.  I tighten my core as I weave through ambling crowds of tourists gawking at the saints perched on the thousand year old passageway, training for competition with the beautiful Slovakian princesses and Italian models that now glide past me, smoothly…

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Malá Strana, Prague

The suspension of disbelief that comes from living among cobblestone roads, castles, thousand year old bridges and buildings, and people from every corner of the earth is thick with tangible speculation. Who is that woman walking down the street?  Is she the daughter of the ambassador toSweden, a Polish princess, or an American tourist? Perhaps a movie star or some dot com entrepreneur hiding behind oversized opaque black sunglasses.  The man walking next to her could as easily be her…

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